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*quickly throws this at you* MERRY CHRISTMAS! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, YOU'LL BE GETTING TODAY'S FIC TOMORROW!!! SORRY!!!

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Monomi woke up from her sleep, grinning happily. "Aki! Aki!" She shook her friend awake, causing the man to jolt upright, grabbing his gun from the bedside table. "What?! Someone broke in?!" He asked her, holding it up. "N-No! It's Christmas Eve!!!" She said with a smile. He looked at her, then sighed. "Ah, it's that. You're very excited, huh?" Takaaki asked her, smiling. "Y-Yeah! It's my first Christmas…well, real Christmas." Monomi sheepishly looked to the side.

Takaaki ran his hand through her white and pink hair. "I see, well…I'll try to make this a great day for you." Takaaki said, kissing the top of her head. Monomi giggled and ran out of the room in a rush. Leaving Takaaki alone.

He tried to think of what he could get her. What would she want? She liked Sailor Moon, maybe he could get her something of it. Or maybe of The Powerpuff Girls…

He could only think of getting her things from her favorite TV-shows. He wasn't great with gifting. He just got people something small, like maybe some candy or accessories. But never anything other than that. Plus, he couldn't afford much. He was glad Kiyotaka never asked him for much, despite Takaaki wanting to give him everything.

Takaaki sighed and took out a cigarette from his cigarette box. He lit the cigarette and got up from bed. "I'll figure something out…" Takaaki muttered to himself. "Aki! The star on the tree fell! Can you help me?" Monomi asked him, holding up the ornament. Takaaki nodded and took it from her hands, placing it on the tree.

He rarely ever decorated the house. If he did, it would just be a few decorations around the house. Plus the tree. Kiyotaka always liked decorating, because it was a small moment between them. Him and his son rarely ever got to spend time together, so it was nice.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Takaaki asked his friend. "I'm not sure. What do people do today?"

"Oh, they just…I dunno. Everyone is different. Me and my parents used to visit relatives in other places or we'd go out of Japan for a trip. They sucked, though." Takaaki said. "Me and Taka would just sit and watch movies as we really couldn't do anything else." Takaaki added with a smile.

"Ah, did you call Taka?" Monomi asked.

"No, uh. I'll call him later." Takaaki fixed whatever other ornaments that might've been moved. "Want to…head to the shops? See what you like?" Takaaki asked her, scratching the back of his head. "It's very much late holiday shopping, but it's for you…" He wasn't sure what else to really say.

"Sure! I don't mind!" Monomi smiled widely and hugged him. "Okay, then get ready." Takaaki told her, hugging her back. Monomi nodded and ran to her room to get out of her pajamas. Takaaki did the same. "Remember, I go to work at 10 later tonight. You'll be alright?" Takaaki asked Monomi as he buttoned his shirt. "Yeah, I'll be fine." She answered.

Takaaki nodded and finished up the last few buttons before grabbing his keys. "Let's go, then." Takaaki said as he put on his shoes. Monomi nodded and put on her own.

Takaaki sighed as he walked around a store with Monomi. She'd looked at a few things, but didn't pick them out. Though, he saw how her eyes lit up when she saw them. It made Takaaki note what she would've enjoyed. She wanted to decorate her room more, even though she didn't sleep in it. She only went in there to get dressed or do some work or draw. Sometimes nap. Those were the only times where she'd sleep in it.

Takaaki hummed as he followed her around.

He wondered if he could afford these…

With some of Monomi's income as well, they put both their money in an account they shared. Well. Not all. They had their own separate accounts of course, but they agreed to make one for each other. Say it be a "Roomate Expense." An expense for both or having to do with their living situation.

Either way, it still wasn't enough. But he could pay for more things. Especially with that account/savings. "Pick anything you'd like, Usami. I'll buy it! Just…not anything too expensive of course." Takaaki said, smiling. Monomi nervously looked at him, "U-Um. You don't have to. It's just nice to be with you. Looking at things…" Monomi's voice trailed off as she got more nervous. She didn't want him to be upset.

"It's okay, Usami! I don't mind." Takaaki pressed. Monomi nodded slowly. He might as well get her the things she really seemed to like previously. And of course the things she asked him for.

"Uhm. I'm sorry, Aki. Can I leave the store for a bit? I need to use the restroom." Monomi requested of her friend. "Of course, no need to ask. Be careful and don't get lost." He saw her smile brightly and giggle, "I won't get lost! I'll be okay!" She quickly left the store, seeming to be in a huge rush.

'Great, now I can get her her gifts.' Takaaki thought and started grabbing whatever wasn't expensive (that Monomi seemed to like) and put them in a small little basket. He realized how expensive figures and other merchandise was. Seriously, a whole bunch of yen just for painted clay, sometimes even plastic to collect dust on the shelf or something.

Whatever, Monomi liked it so he didn't question.

Takaaki paid for the things he got and waited outside the store. Maybe the next restroom was far. Or there was a long line in the mall bathrooms? He wasn't sure.

A few minutes passed and there was Monomi, heading his way in a rush. "S-Sorry! The bathroom line was long!" Monomi explained, panting. "It's fine." Takaaki pat her shoulder, "Let's head home. Got some shopping done. And you look like a mess."

"Y-Yeah." Monomi let him wrapped his arm around her shoulders. They talked about random stuff as they headed home. The two ate and watched some movies (and Monomi had convinced Takaaki to call Kiyotaka) before it hit 9 PM. The two gathered around the tree. "Gee, Aki! This is a bit much! This is a little extra from what I asked for…" Monomi said with a slight gasp.

Takaaki shook his head, "Nonesense! It…it was kinda just something I wanted to do for you!" Takaaki's cheeks flushed slightly pink. "I hope you like them."

Monomi opened her gifts that were, let's just say, poorly wrapped. Takaaki wasn't that good at wrapping gifts, but he tried. At least she got excited to unwrap them. "Aki! This is so nice, thank you!" Monomi smiled happily. She continued to unwrap the gifts and her smile grew wider by the second. When she finished unwrapping her gifts, she gave Takaaki a big hug. "These are amazing, Aki! I-I'm glad you got them. But…they were pretty pricey…uhm.."

"Just enjoy them, Usami. It's okay." Takaaki kissed the top of her head. "Let's continue watching this movie before I leave." Takaaki suggested. "Wait! Hold on! I need to give you your gift now!" Monomi got up and went to her room, coming back with a wrapped gift in hand. "It's one gift, but with two things. Well. That still makes it two gifts." Monomi nervously giggled as she handed him the gift.

"Aww, you didn't have to get me anything. It's your day. Since it's your first Christmas, I wanted it to be just about you." Takaaki said. "No, no! I insist!" Monomi pushed the gift into his hands and watched him. The older man sighed and started slowly unwrapping it. "They're not great…but…uhm…" Her words trailed off as she didn't know what to say.

He held up a picture frame with a collage of pictures with them on it. "It's just something I wanted to give you. It's us! And some are of Taka as well. Just some family moments between us, because you're like a dad to me. I-I hope you like it." Monomi explained. "It's okay if you don't!"

He saw two bracelets made of beads fall out of the wrapping and picked them up. "What's this?" He asked her. "O-Oh! That's– uhm–" Monomi didn't know what to say. She knew what it was, but now she felt stupid trying to tell him what it was. "It's nothing. It's dumb and childish." Monomi tried to grab them but he moved them away.

"No. No, it's nice. All of it is nice." Takaaki said, smiling. "They say our names…so they're friendship bracelets?" He asked her. She nodded, watching him look at them. "It's lovely, thank you." Takaaki felt his heart swell with adoration. She was so sweet. Always so caring. He loved that about her. She grabbed the one with Takaaki's name on it and slipped it on her wrist.

"This one is mine and the other is yours. Kinda saying 'This person is my best friend!' and we present the name on the bracelet." Monomi explained to him as she demonstrated what she meant, holding up her hand, showing him his name.

"You like it?" She asked him.

"Very much so. I loved it, Usami. It was amazing." Takaaki tried his best to keep his emotions together, he didn't want to get emotional. But. He really loved it. "Thank you. I hope you liked your gifts as well." Takaaki said, his throat sort of clenching a bit as he felt tears well up.

The two hugged and Takaaki put on the bracelet.

"Let's continue that movie, huh? We've got a few more minutes before I leave…" Takaaki said. "It's fine, Aki. You'll be late anyways." Monomi laughed. "Fine. We can finish it later. See you." Takaaki got up from the floor and put on his shoes again for the day. He walked out of the front door, saying his goodbye and left. When he closed the door, he finally let his tears fall.

But he still proceeded to his car, wiping away any tears that fell. He wished he could spend more time with her today. But work didn't stop, not even for them. Especially with their jobs being the most important. But he was glad to have spent sometime with her.

There was always Christmas day anyways…

#sam's talky talks #Sammy's fanfics #IT'S SO BAD BUT I JUST WANTED TO FINISH THIS OKAY BYE–#danganronpa #takaaki ishimaru #monomi #usami #danganronpa usami #This is from the cop AU btw!#The Officer and The Magical Girl #Monomi and Takaaki Cop AU

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roseblcssom · 3 years

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kenma kozume; head to head

PART TWO: SHES BEING INSANE

masterlist

warnings: swearing

summary: another insight into y/n and her roomies life, and hot man kenma's introduction :)

authors note: speech again but we move.

"Do you think he has a sugar baby?"

Suga stares at you, eyes wide. "Pardon?"

You blink twice, "Do you think he has a sugar baby?" you reiterate, looking at Koshi.

He frowns at you, utterly confused. One minute the two of you were watching some shitty romcom that was on the television, and the next you're talking about a sugar baby? What? "Does who have a sugar baby?" he asks, hoping to gather more information.

"Kenma Kozume of course." you say like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

The gray haired boy is once again staring at you, not in confusion, but in disbelief. "Bitch?! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You didn't answer my question,"

He scoffs, "because it's a dumbass question."

You shake your head at him, "Fine, I'll ask Ryu."

You get up from the sofa you and Koshi were splayed across, beginning your trek to Tanaka's room. It was the furthest room in the apartment, yours being the closest. When the four of you moved in together, (the four being you, Suga, Tanaka and Noya) Tanaka and Noya shot gunned the two biggest rooms, leaving you and Koshi the smallest rooms. However, what the two blithering idiots didn't realise, as that your's and Suga's rooms were en suites. Whereas, there's were not. Sucks to suck, you told them when they quite literally whined like babies.

"Tanaka!" you yell whilst banging on the door repeatedly. "Open up or I'll tell Noya you stole one of his porn mags!"

The door swung open almost instantly, him standing in the doorway. "How did you know I stole one of his porn magazines?"

"I didn't?" you raise an eyebrow at the boy, "but good to know, I guess. Anywho, back to the subject at hand."

Tanka brushes past you, making you swivel to follow behind him. "So, you know Mr. Kenma Kozume; the big, scary mafia man?" You say to him, shuffling through your shared apartment.

"Don't answer her, Tanaka!" Koshi shouts from his place on the couch. "She's being insane."

You roll your eyes, "You're just jealous. Hater. You're a Kenma Kozume hater. And by default that means I hate you."

Sugawara huffs in his seat, really regretting ever becoming friends with you in the first place. Maybe if he didn't let you sit with him that day then he wouldn't be in this situation right now. Oh, who was he kidding? All you had to do was bat your eyelashes at him and he would crumble instantly, you knew it and so did he. Hell, even Noya and Tanaka knew and they were fucking oblivious at the best of times.

"What's your question, Y/N?" Ryu speaks up, ignoring yours and Suga's previous interaction. "Must be important for you to forcefully bring me out of my room."

You make your way into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and pouring yourself a cup of water. "Do you think he has a sugar baby?"

You bring the glass to your lips and take a swig, relishing in the taste of the cold water. You always forgot how nice water actually tasted, especially when you quite live off Monster Energy's.

He didn't even have to ask you to clarify who 'he' was, he just knew -- which always seemed to be something he was able to do for some reason. "Hell yeah." Tanaka smirks. "And if he doesn't, I'll volunteer as tribute."

You widen your eyes at his answer before narrowing them, grabbing an oven mit and throwing it at his face. "Hey! What about me?"

Ryu scoffs, a smirk still etched onto his features. "What about you?" He asks condescendingly, "We both know he would choose me."

"He would choose me over you any day." You state, placing the glass of half filled water onto the kitchen table before crossing your arms one over another. "Right, Koshi?" You turn to Suga, trying to get him to agree with you.

"I'm not getting involved." The grey haired man raises his arms in surrender, his attention solely focused on the tv infront of him -- which was now playing some lame cooking show.

"Fine, whatever." You turn back to Tanaka, "But he would choose me. Not you."

"Kenma, you need to calm down." Kuroo says, trying to ease the extremely pissed off faux blond. "You need to think rationally."

"Rationally?!" He barks out, "How the fuck can I think rationally when one of our members was just killed?"

Kuroo couldn't agree more with his friend because he was pissed as hell aswell. But he also knew that acting on rage, and rage alone, wouldn't get them results. It wouldn't get them any closer to finding out who was responsible for taking the life of one of their own.

"Listen," Testu starts, "we need to go over what we know and try and figure out what happened. He must have been killed for a reason, and we just need to find out what that reason was." He explains, taking out a packet of cigarettes and pulls one out of the box. He gestures with the packet towards Kenma, silently asking him if he wants one. Kenma shakes his head. "What do we know about the guy anyway? I've barely seen him before."

Kenma walks over to his desk and sits on the leather chair that resides behind it, "Kei trained him, although he doesn't know much about him either. According to Tsukishima, he barely talked and kept to himself most of the time." Kicking his legs up on the mahogany table, he opens the draw and picks up the litre bottle of whiskey, taking a massive swig from the bottle. "He could make a kill shot from one hell of a distance, though."

"Is that all we know about him?"

Kenma nods in agreement, sighing. "It's all over the fucking news aswell. They're claiming that it was me who killed him."

"For real?" Tetsuro asks.

"Mhm. It's annoying as fuck." He rubs his temple, squeezing his eyes shut simultaneously.

"You're only saying that because the kill was sloppy," He sends a pointed look to Kozume. To which he responds with a look of his own that could only be described as a death stare. "Okay dude, chill. I get you're stressed--"

"--more than stressed, Kuroo. Do you even know what this means?" Kenma's voice rose in volume, the whiskey sloshing around in the bottle. "We've been compromised. Remember what happened last time something like this happened?"

A look of realisation dawned on the black haired man's face, memories flooding back inside his mind. "Oh fuck..."

#haikyuu kenma kozume #kenma imagines #kenma kozume imagines #kenma kozume oneshots #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x you #kenma x you #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu kenma #kenma kozume

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layce2015 · 4 years

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The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel x Reader)

(A/n: just wanna say that I'm not gonna follow the game completely. A good amount of it I will follow but there is a fate of a certain character that I'm gonna change as I feel Naughty Dog did this character dirty.)

Chapter 1: I Don't Know What Happened

The Last of Us (Joel x Reader) Masterlist

"I don't know what happened." Joel admits to Tommy as he starts to clean the neck of the guitar. The two brothers were out on patrol and decided to stop and take a break in this abandoned house. There Tommy had to ask Joel what happened with the Fireflies as Joel and (y/n) seemed a bit tight lipped about what happened.

"(Y/n) and I were suppose to take her to the Fireflies and walk away." Joel said before he let's out a small scoff. "You go halfway across the country with someone. She needed her immunity to mean something. Maybe we were starting to buy into that whole...cure business. Maybe (y/n) and I just wanted to do right by her. And then we made it." Joel explains as Tommy sits across from him, listen intently.

"We found the Fireflies. And because of her...they were actually going to make a cure. The only catch...it would kill her." Joel said, whispering the last sentence.

Flashback

"Sweet Jesus." Joel mutters and (y/n)'s jaw drops as the couple made it to the operating room.

"Doctor?" A nurse said and the doctor turns to them and gasped. "What're you two doing here? I won't let you two take her. This is our future. Think of all the lives we'll save." The doctor said as he grabs a scalpel and aims it at them. Joel glares at the doctor with determination while (y/n) closed her mouth and started to reach for her gun.

Present Day

"Jesus, Joel." Tommy mutters, shocked, as he stares at his older brother. "What did you two do?" He asked. Joel looks up at Tommy for a moment and replies. "We saved her."

Flashback

After killing the doctor, Joel disconnects the tubes and goes to pick Ellie up. "Stay back!" (Y/n) yelled at the nurse as Joel whispers to Ellie. "Come on, baby girl. I gotcha..."

As he picks her up, the couple look out the window to see some lights shining through. "Oh shit." Joel said as he starts to run at the door. "Get back!" (Y/n) ordered at the guards that were coming in, aiming her gun at them before turning around and follow Joel out of the room.

Present Day

"Damn, Joel. That's um...that's a lot." Tommy said, sounding like this was a hard pull to swallow. Tomny looks down them back up towards Joel. "What does Ellie know?" He asked as Joel continued to clean the guitar. "I told her they ran some tests. I told her...her immunity meant nothing." Joel replied.

"And she believed you?" Tommy asked, curiously. "She didn't say otherwise." Joel said, softly, as he looks down. "And (y/n) was okay with this?" Tommy asked. Joel stops cleaning the guitar, looks at the floor for a bit before he raises his head up and nods at his brother.

Flashback

"Joel?" (Y/n) asked her husband as they drive down the highway in the truck, Ellie still passed out in the backseat. Joel turns his head slightly to look at her, her face full of concern and worry. "Are we really gonna go through with this? Lying to her?" She asked.

"We have to. For her sake." Joel replied. (Y/n) let's out a sigh then looks down at her hands. She looks over her shoulder at Ellie and starts to think over what just happened. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Joel asked her, concerned.

(Y/n) continues to look at Ellie, as if she held all the answers, and she started to think about what if they let Ellie die, and it turned out that the vaccine didn't work? Then Ellie would've died for nothing. But then what if it did? Would the world go back to normal?

(Y/n) let's out another sigh before she turns to Joel and shakes her head at him. "No. I just don't like lying to her." She whispers before she turns back around and starts to twiddle her thumbs together.

Present Day

Tommy let's out a heavy sigh and shakes his head before he looks back at Joel. "We should head back." Tommy said and he gets up and grabs his backpack. Joel watches him start to leave then stands up, grabs his bag and the guitar and follows him out.

The two brothers go out to the garage, open the door then head to the horses and climb on. Then the two head out and start to head back home.

They make their way over the grassy hill to see the town of Jackson in the distance. As they make their way down the hill, Tommy starts to speak. "Did (y/n) go for her checkup?" Tommy asked Joel as they continued down the hill.

"She's suppose to go today...guess I'll find out how she is when I get there." Joel replied as the worry for the wellbeing of his wife started to linger in his mind. The past week, she had been sick and throwing up it seemed like every morning. She thought it was some type of flu but it didn't feel like the flu.

Luckily, there was a doctor in Jackson and (y/n) decided to go see him. Joel hoped that the doctor would figure it out and give (y/n) some sort've medicine. He hated to see her so miserable.

"We're almost there." Tommy said to Joel as they make it to the front gate of Jackson. As they got closer, the doors opened and they trotted inside and head over to the stable. Joel gets off of his horse, grabs the reigns and starts to lead the horse to the stable.

"It's okay. I got them, you go on." Tommy said to Joel. "You sure?" Joel asked and Tommy nods. "Alright." Joel mutters then he grabs his bag off of the saddle. "About what we were talking about earlier...." Tommy started to say and Joel stops and turns to him.

"I can't say I'd have done different. I'll take it to the grave if I have to." Tommy said to Joel, who nodded at him. "I'll see you later, Tommy." Joel said and he starts to walk down the street while Tommy leads the horses to the stable.

Meanwhile, Ellie was sitting her little room, which was basically a shed behind Joel and (y/n)'s house, drawing in her journal. She was listening to her walkman, which she fixed, and started bobbing her head to the music as she continued to draw.

Unbeknownst to her, there was a knock at the door but, thanks to her headphones, she didn't hear the knock. The door opens and Joel sticks his head inside. "Hello? Ellie?" He calls out but he noticed that she had her headphones on.

So he walks over to her then nudges the chair with his foot, which startles Ellie as she jumps and takes off her headphones. She turns her head and sees Joel standing behind her. "Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack." She said, breathless, as she closes her journal and stands up to face him.

"I tried knocking, but..." Joel stops as he gestures towards the door. Ellie leans against her desk and looks up at Joel. "Hey." She said. "Hey." He said back. "What's up, Joel?" She asked him. "Just checking in." Joel replied. "Folks are..." he let's out a sigh then he starts to pace back and forth in her room.

"...y'know talking about how impressed they are with you and how well you're helping out." He finished. "Good." Ellie said. "Yeah." He mutters.

"Umm...is (y/n) okay? I heard she wasn't feeling good." Ellie said, concerned. "She hadn't made it back from the doctor yet....but I guess I'll find out here real soon." He said and Ellie nods.

"Tommy and I went out riding the other day and he, uh...he told me a joke and I thought about you. It's ummm....." Joel said but then he stopped as he tries to remember the joke. "Well, shoot, I forgot it. Something about a clock...how do you--" he started to say but Ellie interrupts him.

"Joel, it's, uh, it's pretty late, and I gotta get up in a few hours--" she said. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, and I'm gonna get out of your hair. I just um--" he said then he points towards the door then looks back at her. "I wanna show you somethin'. Just gimme one second." He said as he goes to the door, opens it and picks up the guitar then comes back in her room.

"What's this?" Ellie asked him, nodding towards the instrument. "Some folks call this here a gee-tar." Joel replied, really pouring into his Texas accent. "Funny." Ellie chuckles, softly. "You wanna hear something?" Joel asked her. "Okay." She said and he nods as he goes to sit down, the guitar on his lap.

"Promise me that you won't laugh." He said to her. "I won't laugh. I won't." She assures him as she sits down in her chair. "I'm trusting you." Joel said, smirking, then he takes a deep breath and starts to play.

If I ever were to lose you

I'd surely lose myself

Everything I have found here

I've not found by myself

Try and sometimes you'll succeed

To make this man of me

All of my stolen missing parts

I've no need for anymore

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days

Days of you and me

As he sings the song, Ellie smiles, softly, at him while (y/n) started walking towards the door then leaned against the frame. She got back from the doctors and spent most of the evening walking around Jackson, trying to clear her head as she was shocked at what the doctor had said to her.

It took her awhile to convince herself that she had to tell Joel and she was heading back to their home when she heard music playing. She followed it and realized that it was coming from Ellie's little shed house and walked up just in time to hear her husband sing.

She smiled fondly at this as she remembered the day he first sang to her. It was actually about a year after they started dating and he brought out his guitar and started to play and sing for her. In that moment, (y/n) realized that she had, indeed, falling in love with Joel. When he was done singing, she said the words "I love you" first and he, of course, he said "I love you" back.

(Y/n) was brought back to the present when she heard him stop playing and he looks over at Ellie. "There you go." He said. "Well...that didn't suck." Ellie replied, smiling, and Joel chuckles while (y/n) smiles. "I'll take what I can get." Joel said.

"Well, in my opinion, you still got it." (Y/n) said and both Ellie and Joel look over at her, both of them startled as they didn't hear her come in. "Hey." Joel said as he starts to stand up, still holding the guitar in his hand, and walking up to her.

"Hey, (y/n). You doing okay?" Ellie asked and (y/n) let's out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine but, um..." she said then she looks over at Joel. "I-I need to talk to you, privately." She said to him.

The two share a look before Joel nods then goes back over to Ellie and holds out the guitar to her. "She's yours." He said to her, who looks at this in shock. "No. No, no, no, I don't know the first thing about this." Ellie said, quickly. "I promised that I'd teach you how to play." He said as Ellie takes the guitar.

She looks up at him, surprised that he remembered that. She smiles then looks down at the instrument. "You did." She said, softly. "So what you say? Tomorrow night, first lesson?" He asked her. "Deal." She replied, smiling. "Okay." Joel said and (y/n) smiles at this.

Joel walks over to (y/n), who takes his hand in hers, and they start to walk out until Ellie speaks up. "Did--" she stops as the two adults turns to her. "Did you remember the joke?" Ellie asked him and Joel leans against the door and thinks for a moment before he remembered how the joke went.

"What is the downside to eating a clock?" He recites and Ellie thinks for a moment but shrugs as she couldn't think of an answer. "It's time-consuming." Joel said and Ellie chuckles and (y/n) snickers under breath. "That's so dumb." Ellie laughs. "Yeah." Joel and (y/n) said then Joel grabs the knob of the door.

"Goodnight, kiddo." He said and he shuts the door and the two adults head back to their house.

Later, Joel opens the front door of their home and (y/n) walks in first before she stops in the middle of the hallway. "Everything alright?" Joel asked her after he shuts the door and walks up to her, her back facing him and her arms folded across her chest.

(Y/n)'s heart was beating rapidly, whether in fear or excitement she wasn't for sure. She just wasn't sure how Joel would take this news. "Hey." Joel said, softly, as he comes up to her and places his hands on her shoulders.

She turns her head to look at him then placed her right hand on one of his hands. "Whatever it is you need to tell me, we'll get through it." He said and she smiled at this, then she removes her hand off of his and turns to face him.

"I, uh...I really don't know how to say it, so I'm gonna come out and say it." (Y/n) said and Joel gives her a worried look as she takes a few deep breathes before she starts to speak. "Joel...I'm pregnant."

Joel's eyes widen and he let's out a gasp at this. "What? Y-You serious?" He asked her, shocked. "Yeah. He thinks I'm at least alittle over a month along. So that night we had together when we were out on patrol and that storm came through and we took shelter..." She replied and placed her hand over her stomach, feeling the little bump. There was long shocked pause between the two before she speaks up.

"Joel? Honey, are you...?" She started to asked but then Joel cups her face in his hands then leans in and kissed her on the lips. "Thank you." He whispers, his lips ghosting over her lips. (Y/n) let's out a breathless laugh and the couple share another loving kiss then embrace one another, relishing in this happy moment.

A moment that neither one of them ever dreamed would come true.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ AFTER ALL THESE YEARS ❜

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Request: Hi! I dunno if your request are still open but... Something like.... After all happens with Letty, Coco try to take contact with one of his older daughter. But reader ( his daughter) is already in contact with Mayans cause she is in relationship with Medina ( Stockton Mayans ) or another Mayans 😁🙈. Very very angst ? 😭I'm in mood for cry!

BY ANON

Warnings: none, a little angst.

Word count: about 1.4k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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“Have you ever told them about us?”

Your husband sits on top of his bike, taking one quick look of the back alley of the cafeteria you work in. Having a drag from your cig, you shake your head raising your eyes towards his.

“It's been six years since… I saw Coco for the last time, and after leaving Santo Padre, I just talked with Leti three or four times”

Leaving the smoke escaping from your lips, you put away your gaze.

“I didn't even know he was a Mayan when I met you, Will. I was running away from Celia and all that shit that was consuming me”.

“Yeah, I know”.

Of course he knows. He knows everything about you. He knows that your father abandoned you, that your grandmother forced you to do the streets, that she kept all your money and that she kicked out your ass from your house after leaving you badly hurt. He knows what you had to do to reach Stockton, he knows you were living under a bridge and he knows all the pain you were carrying until he found you.

“My… family suck your life until you have nothing, Will”. Your bottom lip is trembling, and your eyes are being filled with tears, throwing away the cigarette. “They destroy anything good in you. They suffocate you until you can breathe. They… They… tie you like a fucking dog, to make you understand that you don't have any free will over your life. That pain and suffer is all that you can feel”.

Medina raises a hand to softly grab your wrist, pushing you into him as he stands up on his feet. You can't help but break in a loud cry, hiding your face onto his chest. He's the only reason you are still alive, in many ways. You can't lose him. You love him. You need him. You can't imagine a day without waking up hugging you, or hearing his laugh, or catching him looking at you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art. Every night, before falling asleep with his arms surrounding you, you remember the day you got married three years ago. When he saw you walking towards him, wearing a dreamy white dress, floating like an angel to the shrine. And he just laughed between tears, telling his brothers ‘man, she's really gonna marry me’.

“Yo siempre voy a estar a tu lado, mi chiquita”. (I'll always be by your side, my little girl).

His hands get tangled in your hair, caressing it with all the love he feels for you, and more.

“You just… talk with them, okay? I can be with you or wait at home, or whatever. I will do whatever you ask me for. And, if you don't wanna do it I'll send them al carajo”. (To hell).

Cupping your cheek into his hands, Medina leans forward to gently kiss your lips, while you just nod.

“Pero no me llores, mi chiquita. Me rompes el corazón”. (But don't cry, little girl. You're breaking my heart).

“Sorry, flaquito”. You say, feeling his thumbs cleaning your tears.

“Sirri, fliquiti”. He teases you, pressing your body against him, making you chuckle. “I love you, mi trocito de cielo”. (My piece of heaven).

Actually, you don't want to do it. You don't want to see your father, in the case that you can call him like that. But you know that you have to close that door before continuing your life, or it will continue fucking you up until you can't handle it anymore. You knew by Oscar that Coco got surprised when he told him that you were part of his charter, although he didn't tell him that you were married to a Mayan. Your family arrived some hours ago, while you were working like every day, being picked up by Dondo to bring you to their clubhouse. You have taken care of them as they took care of you, being almost like a mother for all of them, so they will stay close to you in case that you need them.

Reaching the place close to the mountains, you can recognize the black car of the mexican, where he's resting with Leti under one of his arms. Your sister looks excited when she watches you coming, making your legs falter as soon as you step out from the bike. Your whole charter is there, including your husband with a serious gesture on his face. The younger Cruz runs to you, colliding her chest with yours as soon as she can hug you. You can't lie. You missed her. You feel happy to see her looking good, looking safe. Fact that makes you feel a little confused too. Coco throws his cig to the ground, walking slow towards you. He's nervous, while your confidence grows inside your heart, under the attentive look of your real family.

“Mam—”.

“I'm not your ‘mami’”. You interrupt him, in a clear defensive posture.

“(Y/N), listen to him, okay? Please”.

“I'm sorre 'bout all the bad things I did to you”. He says loud and clear, not trying to show anyone anything, but making you understand that he's really regretful.

“Guess what, Johnny? I don' give a shit. Tell me why you came”.

“I came fo' you”.

“After how many years fucking me up, ah?” You can't help but push his chest, before losing your control, slapping him as many times as you can and getting furious when he doesn't defend himself. “You destroy my life once! And you're n—Fucking leave me, Will!”

When you can realize, your husband has caught you on air, putting you away from him some meters to try to calm you down.

“Baby, that's not the way… that's not”. He mutters into your ear, while the guys start to disperse themselves to leave you alone. “Look at me… Eh, look at me, mi chiquita… No one's gonna hurt you again, but let him explain what he's doing here, okay?”

“He killed Celia because of me”.

Raising your reddened eyes over the shoulder of your husband, you look at your little sister taking a step closer.

“Coco told me he was my father. He tried to help me, but Celia… Celia hit me badly. He killed her, for all the bad things that she made to us”. Unbelievable. You can't accept that that bitch is really dead. “We… We are living together and… I'm goin' to school! I have a lot of friends and… sometimes I help Mayans in the scrapping”.

“You are… out of the streets?” You ask confused, barely breathing, leaving Medina to walk towards her. She just nods.

“I get that… You have a life here. You have a family that loves you like I never did, but… I want to… have this too with you. You don't have to come back to Santo Padre, and I don't care to drive fo' almost nine hours to see you. But, lemme' do it”.

Turning to your husband, you bite your bottom lip concerned, not knowing what to say. Scared of the possibility of the history repeating itself again. Pulling behind your ears your hair, you cross both arms over your chest with your gaze away from your father and your sister.

“I need to th—”.

“Are you married?” Leti walks at you to hold your hand.

You just nod drawing a fleeting smile.

“To who?”

“Me”. Will answers then. “Three years ago”.

“Shit! That's amazing”. Your sister yells pretty excited.

“Will found me, and Mayans welcomed me. That's why we're related”. You explain under the curious dark eyes of Coco.

“Why you didn' tell me?” He asks, coming closer.

“'Cause I was trying to run away from every Cruz in this fucking country. I figured out that you were a Mayan too, four years ago, when I saw you in a picture”. Making a brief pause, you place an arm over your sister's shoulders. “I can't promise you to let you be part of my life, but you can try it if you want”.

“I'll do whateva', (Y/N). I'll do whateva' to fix all the shit you have been through”.

“Fine, Coco”. Bowing down your gaze to Leti, you kiss her temple. “Are you hungry? I was about to cook for the guys, and I would like you to stay”.

“Yes”.

“Te extrañé mucho, Leticia”. (I missed you a lot).

“Yo también...” (I did it too). She says hugging you tightly.

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underfell-crystal · 3 years

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HAHA TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY. I'll most likely write a third one today. Make sure to check out the art I've done for this series with the hashtag #StoryGlitch: UnderFell or #SG: UF !

I do not own any of the characters other than Crys, the girl with the white hair.

~~~Chapter Two: Meeting the Boss~~~

When Crys awoke, she was immediately assaulted by the smell of mustard. She blinked blearily at her surroundings, and heard a VERY loud snore from right next to her. She jumped, then looked to the side. She was greeted with Sans' sleeping face. Or, rather, she assumed he was sleeping. He still had a grin on his face, but his eyesockets were somehow closed. Fascinated, Crys squirmed into an upright position in his arms and pressed a small hand to his cheekbone. The bone was surprisingly warm, and tingled lightly under her touch. Sans grunted and snorted again, shifting at her touch. Crys touched the bone covering his eyesockets, and one opened, revealing a red light inside it.

Sans blinked at the small human child that was inches away from his face. "Uh.... kiddo? Whatcha doing?"

Crys tapped the bone above his eyesockets. "How?"

"Huh?"

"How do your eyes close? You're just bone."

Sans chuckled, the rumble shaking Crys' entire body. "Well, babybones, I'll tell ya a secret."

Crys looked at him with large, curious eyes. Sans continued as she hung on his every word. "Now, ya can't tell anyone about this, okay? The secret is..... It's.... magic."

He winked conspirationally, grinning as Crys frowned, disappointed with his lack of explanation.

"That's not a real answer!"

"'Course it is, babybones, ya just don't like it."

Sans stretched and yawned. Immediately, Crys reached out her tiny hands and touched the edge of one of his sharp teeth.

"Ah... kid?? Wha ar ya 'oin?"

Crys was too busy poking his shark teeth to answer. His large hands carefully took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands away from his mouth. Crys huffed, and Sans chuckled nervously.

"Uh... don't go around pokin' into people's mouths, okay kiddo?"

Crys nodded and sat back on Sans' 'stomach'. Sans grinned at her.

"Want some food now?"

Crys nodded eagerly, and Sans picked her up again and shuffled into the kitchen, reheating a plate with two hot dogs on it. After they were done, Sans set her on the couch and gave her the plate. Upon further inspection, Crys noted that the hot dogs had tiny cat ears and a feline face carved into it, and solemnly ate the cute little thing. She was almost done with her first hot cat when a faint shout broke the silence. Sans jumped, then swore.

"Shit! I forgot Boss' shift is over!"

Sans scooped her up, looking down at her apologetically. "Sorry kid.. I'm gonna keep ya hidden, okay? Jus' don't move around too much."

Before she could protest or question him, Sans lifted up his red sweater and dispensed Crys into the cavity beneath his ribcage and above his pelvis. A moment later, his sweater went down, leaving Crys with very little light. The shouting was quite close now, and she heard the sound of a door being slammed open, a sharp, grating voice ringing through her ears.

"Sans! Why the fuck weren't you at your post earlier?!"

Sans coughed. "Well, Boss..... I uh.... jus' overslept is all."

The grating voice got shriller, and Crys winced, covering her ears. "Sans, you lazy ass, what if a human came through?! We must be on guard at all times! Do not let me catch you slacking off again, or I'll dust you!"

Loud, stomping footsteps made the stairs groan, and a door slammed somewhere. Sans let out a breath, his shoulders sagging. He lifted up his sweater and removed Crys from his ribcage.

"Sorry, kiddo... that was m' bro."

Crys blinked owlishly at him. "He didn't seem very nice."

Sans chuckled, though it seemed empty. "Yeah.... but he's a real softie."

Sans ascended the stairs, human child secure in his arms. He shuffled past the first door, entering the door with odd colorful flames coming out from under it. He closed the door and set Crys on the mattress on the floor. He sat down in front of her.

"Okay, babybones... we need to get ya a disguise."

Crys tilted her head. "What for?"

Sans looked nervous. He rubbed the back of his 'neck', looking away. "Listen, babybones, people.... aren't very nice down here."

"But you're nice," Crys pointed out. Sans let out an amused huff.

"Yeah, well.... everyone else isn't. And they'll likely want ta hurt ya and take yer Soul."

"My Soul?"

Sans gave her an odd look, before a look of understanding crossed his face. "Okay, babybones, don't panic, okay? I'm gonna show you yer Soul."

Crys nodded slowly, still confused. Sans leaned forward and pressed a large hand against the front of the red sweater, and when he drew it back, he was holding a blue heart. Sans sucked in a sharp breath, and Crys looked up at him. His gaze was locked on the heart in front of her. "Babybones.... what happened to yer Soul? Who hurt ya?"

His tone was low, almost a growl. Crys looked back at the blue heart and saw that it was cracked- a single white crack down to the center of the heart. Crys couldn't find it in herself to answer him. Sans cupped his hands around the blue heart gently, like he was holding a baby bird. Finally, his gaze lifted and met hers. "Babybones.... yer Soul is damaged... 's halfway through shatterin'... what happened to ya?"

Crys' throat was dry. She licked her lips and looked down, fidgeting with the hem of the sweater. She saw a couple white particles floating around her legs. "I.... I dunno... there was a man with blue strings... I kept going back, until I found a way to.... to escape... it hurt so much... I..... my momma..... I couldn't- I couldn't..."

Sans flinched as her eyes welled up with tears, his gaze darting down to the small blue Soul in his hands. He carefully moved closer and let the heart go back into Crys' chest. He picked her up and sat down on the bed, stroking her hair as she started to cry into his sweater, murmuring soothingly to her. More white particles appeared as she cried, the memories of the pain and the screaming resurfacing and hitting her like a tsunami. Finally, when she was all cried out, the particles slowly disappated. Sans rested his skull on top of her head, still running his bone-fingers through her hair. "Shh, babybones.... 's okay.... yer okay..."

Crys gulped and took a shaky breath, tilting her head back to look at him. "I-Is that why m-my.... Soul is broken...? 'Cuz of the man with the strings?"

Sans looked regretful as he nodded. "'Fraid so, babybones... and I dunno if ya can be healed... never seen a Soul halfway through shatterin'."

Crys sniffled, a couple white particles appearing around her arms. "So I'm gonna be broken forever?"

Sans shook his head, sensing her growing distress. "Yer not broken, babybones... yer strong. Ya lived through a huge amount of trauma. That's crazy!"

Crys looked up at him, tears slowing their waterfall down her face. Sans grinned at her. "Yer the strongest li'l human I know, babybones."

Crys smiled shakily at him, wiping away her tears. Sans nuzzled the top of her head, still cradling her protectively in his arms. "Let's get ya somethin' new to wear, yeah?"

Crys nodded, and he stood up, walking over to a messy closet. He began sorting through the clothes with one hand, holding her with his other arm. He grunted, pulling out a few articles of clothing and a pair of shoes that were far too large for her. He shuffled back to the bed and laid out his findings on the bed. There was another sweater- a black one-, a red hoodie that looked it could drown her in the amount of fabric, a pair of thick yellow socks, and a pair of black trousers. Sans turned away as she pulled off the tear-stained sweater and dressed in her new garments. She struggled to tie the shoes with the long sleeves covering her hands, but Sans came to her rescue, lacing them up tight enough so she wouldn't trip over her feet every time she took a step. He chuckled.

"Yer tiny, babybones... ya need some actual kid-sized clothes."

Crys nodded. She knew she looked ridiculous, with the huge shoes on her feet and the hoodie that was obviously meant for a person much bigger than her. Sans shuffled over to the closet again and came back with a white cloth mask with a cartoon smile printed onto it. Crys stared at it, then at Sans. "What's that for?"

Sans let out his rumbly laugh. "So ya won't be immediately recognized as a human, babybones."

He tied the mask around her nose and mouth. Some of her skin was still showing, and Sans moved her hair so most of her forehead was covered. He surveyed her with a 'this is good enough' look on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but an angry shout interrupted whatever he was going to say.

"SANS!! Get your lazy cocyx down here before I drag you out myself!!"

Sans turned towards the door, grumbling. "I'm comin', I'm comin'!"

Apparently he wasn't going fast enough, because as he was reaching for the door, it was slammed open, a very, VERY tall figure looming in the doorway. A pair of cold red lights locked onto Crys before turning to Sans.

"Sans..... what the fuck is that?"

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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years

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A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Trouble Lacroix (OFC)

WC:3536

Warnings: 18 + only: kissing, humping M/F, intercourse, cursing, mention of addiction, angst

A/N: For @saxxxology #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge

SONG PROMPT: Off My Mind-my favorite on the album

A/N: Set season 14 during Dean Winchester's possession by Apocalypse World's Micheal. Timeline extended and some events altered from series. I borrowed title from song lyrics.

*no beta- all mistakes are mine.

*GIF not mine

The sound of the bunker door closing reverberates through the room.

Several of the hunters around the map table stop what they're doing to watch an unusually tall Omega with long, smoky pink hair braided in a loose plait and wearing hunters garb descend the metal staircase halting at its bottom.

Sam Winchester is sitting at the far end of the table alternating between his phone receiving updates from hunters out in the field and the laptop looking for clues in the search for Dean while strategizing with Mary and Bobby their next move froze disbelieving his eyes.

“Sammy,” the Omega hesitantly says, her lightly accented voice startles him out of his stupor.

Batten down the hatches Sammy boy, Trouble just done walked back into my life… Dean used those exact words years ago introducing him to this Omega, never knowing how true they would turn out to be.

But not for him.

Sam's eyes shift into a fiery glow as his inner Alphas outrage surfaces at this imposter trying to pass itself as his long gone Omega.

“What fucking game are you playing at?” Sam gets up growling, stalking towards her pulling his demon blade.

“Sam wait!” Mary hollers at her youngest son knowing all too well the damage Sam can inflict under normal circumstances but in the state of extreme stress he’s currently under doesn’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.

The Apocalypse World hunters glance at each other perplexed having never before seeing an enraged Alpha, unsure what they should do.

After their arrival to this reality Sam gave them a crash course on life here, including the multiple genders of humans, Alpha/Beta/Omega, their confusing hierarchies and how they relate to each other.

The Alpha/Omega intricacies and nuances were still hard for them to comprehend since all of them were Betas.

The Omega cast her eyes down in deference to the large Alpha. “I'm here abo...” she doesn't finish speaking as he wraps his hand around her throat, slamming her back against a support column. She seizes his wrist as her eyes snap up meeting his glaring back before tilting her head as far as she can to the right exposing more of her throat.

Sam cautiously leans in, running his nose along her neck. The unique scent of winter, perceptible only to the Alpha under the scent blockers she’s used triggers memories he’s diligently repressed to keep this Omega off his mind come flooding back. The blade clatters loudly on the floor in the now silent room.

Wrapping his arms around her nuzzling into the curve of her neck he sucks on that spot he knows drives her crazy. Biting her lip she tangles her fingers in his long hair drawing him back up, running her tongue over his lips seeking entrance that he grants swirling his tongue around hers.

Someone's wolf whistling snaps them out of acting couple newly presented teens caught by their parents being very naughty.

“Hmm, not sorry,” she whispers nibbling on Sam’s ear making him quiver.

“Behave,” Sam mutters back taking a deep breath and subtlety adjusting himself before turning around to deal with everyone's reactions, not really ready to answer the inevitable questions.

Scenting his anxiety she twines their hands together offering a reassuring squeeze.

They’ve drawn quite a large audience from the library and adjoining hallways. People are elbowing each other grinning, whispering among themselves about their Chiefs and strange woman's reactions to each other then necking in front of everyone.

Mary stands there, arms crossed with the patented mom’s not amused look.

Sam huffs out an embarrassed laugh. “Everyone this is Trouble Lacroix, she’s my...she's an old friend.”

“I’m just an old friend after everything I went through for you?” Trouble snaps and Sam growls a warning at her tone but fuck it, she was right.

When Dean introduced them they were both junkies. Sam drugs of choice were demon blood and the power it gave him. Trouble’s was whatever made her forget her hunter fathers dominance over her as an Omega.

By the time they both got clean Sam found he could love again and she had learned to trust the Alpha in him wouldn't hurt her like others had. Sam swore during his next rut he would claim her as his Omega.

A week before he said yes to Lucifer and the subsequent showdown at Stull Cemetery he went into rut.

At their secret rendezvous, an old hunters cabin in Arkansas with his rut over Sam hadn’t claimed her, saying he couldn’t damn her, that this was his last chance to, unlike Jess, save her from certain death.

Trouble stood at the cabins window overlooking a small lake silently crying, unable to respond. The Alpha scented her sadness wanted nothing more than to comfort his Omega but all he could do was to kiss her shoulder, as he’d always done before leaving that last time.

Almost a decade later Sam can see the damage his refusals done in her sorrowful eyes.

“You kiss all your old friends like that?” Bobby quipped sarcastically eliciting a few laughs and breaking some of the tension.

“You look like Bobby Singer but you...resonate all wrong,” Trouble remarks as her light colored eyes surveys the others in the room finally coming to rest on Jack. “A Nephilim without Grace?”

“Yes, he is,” Mary answers crossing over to stand next to Jack, “how can you know that?”

Trouble shrugs “I’ve always been able to perceive things that are outside the normal spectrum.”

“You can what?” Maggie asks confused.

“The Omega can see that you’re out of tune with this reality,” Castiel states tipping his head to the side studying her, “she also possess other abilities.”

“I don’t need them to see your a dick.”

“Trouble,” Sam warns knowing she’d picked that up from Dean.

“Sorry, Angel of the Lord.” She half ass apologizes.

“And you suddenly show up here out of nowhere because?” Mary tersely inquires in her Alpha voice. Sam bristles unhappy that another Alpha, even his own mother, thinks they can question the Omega.

Releasing Sam’s hand she steps closer to Mary taking the same stance staring her straight in the eye. “I’ve seen Dean.”

Trouble tells them everything about her encounter with Dean in Nova Scotia, where she’s been the last two months.

They question is why he let her live when he’s killed others he has had contact with, another piece in a puzzle not making sense.

Sam asks her to stay but she turns him down, telling him it's safer for her to keep moving. He counters what better place is there for protection than in the heavily warded bunker?

She reluctantly agrees but only until Dean returns.

Mary makes it vehemently clear it’s problematic having an unclaimed Omega stay.

Sam reminds his mother that he is a mature Alpha, been making his own decisions without her input his whole life and with the daily suppressants he’s taken for years can control his instincts.

That got Mary’s back up, ready to argue with her youngest son, reminding him the Omegas already made the unmated Alpha act out. Bobby pulls her to the side and somehow he convinces her that the Omegas will be an assist in finding Dean. She doesn’t like but relents. Trouble is to stay in Dean's room, his Beta scent will help cover hers more to mollify Sam and a physical space between them for Mary.

Sam's frustrations over having not found Dean yet and his personal anxieties were intermittently fluctuating. The stresses he’s under, hardly eating, barely sleeping a couple hours a day while keeping track of people out on cases and figuring out how to help Jack adapt to not having his powers. Then there’s Nick, the mere mention of his name makes Sam shudder, let alone the traumatic physical and emotional memories dredged up by their face to face interactions.

Thankfully, there hadn’t been any real drama between Mary and Trouble. They’ve avoided each other as much as possible in the bunker.

It was really late or early, depending on how one looked at it, and Sam was still setting in the quiet library, waiting for the last couple of hunters to check in. “Sam, you’ve been here for hours, go to bed.” Trouble softly remarks as she walks up behind him gently running her fingers through his hair.

Sam closes his eyes enjoying her touch. “Just waiting on Maggie and Sharon to check in then I'll go.”

She snorts snagging his phone when it sounds, “Who you lying to? OK, their at the one star for the night. Everyone's accounted for.” Sam reaches for his phone and she dodges typing before handing it back and walking off.

“Cas is what...the hell that’s happening!” Sam gets up going after her.

“Bobby’s idea so go bitch to him mister ‘cause technically your off duty for the next twenty-four hours.” Trouble says unintimidated with him following her fuming, “Your exhausted Sam, you need a break so quit fighting and let us help.”

She stops at the shower-room door. “First, go bathe, you reek Alpha, then meet me in your room.” Sam goes from pissed off to aroused in three seconds. Trouble scents him, “Yeah right, it’s Netflix and chill...” She remarks them gives him a mischievous grin sashaying off.

Sam had been making courting overtures towards her, even though they were on a time limit, hoping he'd be awake long enough to make the most of this opportunity.

After the much needed shower Sam heads to his room in nothing but a low slung towel tosses it with his clothes into the dirty laundry hamper. Trouble came in carrying a tray of food locking the door behind her stops, inhaling sharply at the view of a completely naked Sam. He shivers as her eyes rove over him.

Sam’s not as bulked up as he was a decade ago, a leaner version still possessing a well defined upper body leading down to his flat stomach, the sharp v of his hips and those long legs. And between those legs...Swallowing hard and flushed Trouble moves setting the tray down on his bedside table as he hastily pulls on sweats and a grey t-shirt.

“Your three episodes behind in that series, figured you might want to watch it.” Trouble says grabbing his laptop and crawling onto his bed pulling up what he had been watching. “Have you seen it?” He asks sitting next to her.

“No, first your gonna eat,’ she gestures towards the tray with tomato rice soup, crackers and fruit, “then you can catch me up.”

By episode three Sam had eaten everything on the tray, brushed his teeth and was sacked out. Trouble shut the laptop down and placed it on the desk.

Turning out all the lights but a bedside one she slips back in next to Sam picking up the book she brought from the library. She’d been reading for awhile when Sam rolls over in his sleep, one leg landing between hers, arm draped across her waist and his head on her shoulder nuzzling into her neck murmuring, “back in my bed.”

As consciousness slowly filtered through the haze of extended sleep two things simultaneously get Sam’s attention, the cool scent of the Omega he’s spooning and his morning wood trapped between them.

“Must’a been a good dream,” Trouble yawns rolling onto her stomach, the sheet sliding down reliving her long legs and lower cheeks peeking out under her oversized T-shirt burying her head in the pillow mumbling “I was gonna leave after you fell asleep.”

Running a hand up the back of her thighs he pushes till she parts her legs far enough for him to touch her outer folds feeling how wet she already is before slipping two fingers into her tight channel. Trouble moans as he them slides deeper, making her wriggle against the mattress seeking friction against her clit. Sam crawls over wedging a knee between hers.

“Sam..we..sho..shouldn’t.”

Pulling his fingers out Sam moves straddling her legs, pinning them closed as he sits on her thighs stroking himself, using her slick as lubricant. Grasping her hips he starts rutting his cock between her ass cheeks.

Grunting, Sam shifts picks up momentum and with her under him, even like this, knows he’s not gonna last long. “Fuc..fuck Trouble..gonna cum…” Sam jerks back fisting his cock rapidly, cumming on her before falling forward and catches himself with one hand next to her, breathing hard. With his other hand Sam runs his fingers through his spending's rubbing it across her back.

Trouble pushes up onto her elbows looking back at him, “Dude, are you scent marking me?”

“Maybe.” Sam replies with a smug smile.

“So gross, Alpha.”

Sam was beyond frustrated and feeling sick on his drive back from Atlanta. The rumored sighting of Dean end up being a bust, another one of those crazies he’s sick of wasting his time chasing. Switching off the radio that's making his headache pound harder making him wish he was home already.

Trouble, utilizing her abilities, was able to help eliminate some of bogus reports. Unfortunately, when any of them got to close, Dean disappeared.

The last time she had him, he created some kind of feedback knocking her unconscious. Cas checked her over, telling Sam she would be fine.

When she woke up Trouble tells them she’s seeing Dean doing strange experimentation on different types of monsters using Archangel Grace and it scares the hell out of her.

That was Sam’s breaking point. He stormed through the bunker in full Alpha mode from the infirmary to Deans room, packed her duffel and hauled it to his room. Even Mary knew better than to get in his way this time.

Sam couldn’t get her off his mind anymore now he had her back in his bed. She allowed him hold her whenever they slept together but wouldn’t permit anything else since that morning.

The Lebanon City Limits sign was a welcome sight. Sam was sweating, shaky and just wanting to get home.

He arrived at the bunker wondering what the hell he had caught. Mary greeted him with a hug and frowned catching his scent. Sam played it off, saying the Beta who had one too many hits of the brown acid was ill and he must have caught it.

Another hunter handed him a bowl of soup and bad news about some gypsy vamps attaching truckers. He had them set up checkpoints and sat down to hack the traffic cams. Mary gripped his arm concerned as he’s typing but he says he‘s good. She didn't believe him but doesn’t push knowing he wasn't gonna stop.

Six hours later as he left Nicks room he felt a massive surge go through him, no longer able to ignore what was wrong and it was his own damn fault.

Sam had forgotten his suppressants and for the first time in years was going into rut. He made it to the end of the hall before passing out.

Cas had been by his friends bedside since Sam was found unconscious in one of the hallways days ago. He had been able to temporarily bring Sam's fever down and gave him sedatives to help him rest but with his age not being mated and having gone years without a rut his biology was demanding only cure, his chosen Omega.

Cas had called the Omega only getting her voicemail, left a message and began sending multiple texts.

He explained to Bobby that Mary had to leave the bunker, not only for her safety but the Betas also living there, unsure of how Sam will react to having another Alpha present when his Omega returned. Bobby found a case in Oregon that would occupy them for at least a week.

So Cas continued to do the only thing he could and watches over his friend.

Sam woke groggy from the sedatives to the strong scent of an Omega in heat pulling him to full consciousness.

Rolling onto his side he finds Trouble lying next to him naked, covered in a light sheen of sweat fitfully sleeping.

Moving to spoon her from behind he grips one leg hooking it over his rocking his hips sliding his engorged cock through her dripping folds, Half asleep she whimpers pulling out of his grip, drawing both legs to her chest. Rumbling in discontent Sam scoots behind her again, lines up and buries himself in her tight heat making her moan with pleasure, her cunt stretching around him.

Sam pulls out and hauls Trouble onto her hands and knees spreading her legs wide and sinks back in till his hips are flush against her ass. Feeling her relax around him Sam grasps her waist so tight bruises already forming and growling at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt he starts pounding his hips rapidly.

Trouble reaches out grabbing the headboard to stop Sam from shoving her into it since he has six inches and nearly seventy pounds on her and is running on his instinct to mate.

Sam's knot starts to swell he continues thrusting wildly wrenches her hips up, forcing her to arch her back more as he grunts ramming the now fully engorged knot into her cunt locking them together and falls over her back, rolling his hips as she clenches him cumming.

Sam pushes himself back upright pulling her with him, flush against chest seizes a fistful of her thick hair bends to bite deeply into her neck making Trouble cry out loudly and cum again.

As they counterbalance each other Sam runs his tongue over his mark cleaning off the seeping blood helping the wound seal up faster before shifting to lay them down on the mattress.

Feeling the tug of his knot Trouble clenches tightly around him again, sending another orgasm rippling through Sam, releasing more of his seed into her.

Sam wraps his arms around Trouble, their bodies trembling from the exertion and a feeling of immense peace he’s never had before settles within him. He places a kiss upon her shoulder as it dawns on him he’s finally being to call her his omega.

“It's just every time I think about ya know its a..its like a nightmare. I can't eat, can't sleep, it’s always just there watching.” Dean bitched as they’re walking through the hallways.

“Dean, it’s just a beard, I’ve been a little busy lately” Sam remarks back exasperated and relived to have his brother back giving him a hard time.

“Yeah well, that’s not an excuse ya know, ‘cause a.. Duck Dynasty called and they just they want it all back.”

“Some people say I look good.” Sam proudly states almost telling him why he’s really kept it.

“No..no Sam, no people say that.” Dean shakes his head.

“Duck Dynasty is a step up from Dr. Sexy in some peoples opinions,” Dean turns to counter that insult disbelieving his eyes like Sam did weeks ago.

Trouble’s leaning against the wall now sporting titian tresses that rival Rowena's.

“Good to have you back Dean,” She says giving him a hug, “and I like the beard.” Walking over to Sam she pushes him against the wall wantonly kissing in front of Dean.

Breathless, Sam touches his forehead against hers running his fingers along the flannels front, “I was looking for this shirt the other day ‘mega.”

“Hmm, my bad, suppose I need to be punished Alpha.” She teasingly remakes biting her lip as Sam purrs low in his chest sliding the shirt off her shoulders.

“You’re back together?” Dean blurts out in disbelief interrupting them.

Sam turns pulling Trouble with him, her back flush against his chest reaches up moving her hair revealing his mark.

Dean looks between them, “fucking took you long enough Sammy,” he barks before continuing down the hallway grumbling, “there better not be any more surprises.”

Sam nuzzled into her neck breathing in the new honey-vanilla scent mixing with her naturally cooler one reaches down placing his large hands protectively over her womb where their surprise is resting tenderly kissing her shoulder.

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katedrakeohd · 5 years

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Drake was hopeless in the laundry room by himself until Kate came to his rescue... Rated M ( 18+)

2000 word #wacky drabble 6 using the prompt: You make no sense sometimes.

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Doing the ‘laundry’

Standing by himself in the hallway, Drake feels awkward. He wanted to be wherever Kate was, but he'd been relegated to the laundry room to tackle his dirty clothes alone. Hopefully she wouldn't be gone long, because he didn't have a clue how to work a washing machine.

Upstairs in the loft bedroom, Kate is sitting on the bed watching her Mom and Carol bicker back and forth about Drake.

“Oh my goodness Carol, did you have to flirt so openly with my son-in-law over dinner?” Lorraine grumbles as she looks through a dresser drawer for sleepwear.

Carol glances at Kate, before giving Lorraine an apologetic smile and shrug of the shoulders. “I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. He's charming and handsome, and oh my gosh that accent. I could listen to him talk all day. You can't blame me for wanting to know more about him.”

Kate didn't mind them talking about Drake, and besides she was just happy to have her Mom finally refer to him as her son-in-law. One of the cats on the bed, a soft grey tabby, gets up from where it's curled up by the pillows and walks over to Kate for attention. As it rubs up against her arm, Kate moves to allow it to curl up in her lap. It softly purrs as she strokes the soft fur along it’s back.

Lorraine turns toward Kate with sigh, hands on her hips. “What do you usually sleep in?”

“Now that I'm with Drake, usually as little as possible, he's like sleeping next to a woodstove. But for the sake of decency I'll take a tshirt and pj pants if you have it.” Kate says, knowing that she won't be wearing them for long.

Lorraine opens the bottom drawer of her dresser and finds a grey tshirt and blue plaid pants, “Will these do? I'm sorry if they're not the most feminine colors to wear, but they are cozy.”

Kate nods, “That will do just fine for now, I don't suppose you have anything large enough for Drake to wear?”

Carol frowns in thought for a moment, “Well I might. What size boxers does he wear?”

Lorraine’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she turns to Carol, “Since when do you have men's boxers in your wardrobe?”

“Well usually I don't, but do you remember when my brother was here last fall to help do repairs on the roof? I did his laundry and some of it got left behind. Now my brother is a little shorter, and bigger around the middle than Drake, but too big is better than too small right?”

Lorraine shakes her head, “I swear you make no sense sometimes. Do you honestly think he's going to wear some other guys underwear?”

Kate laughs, “Well I guess we're gonna have to try them anyway. I highly doubt Drake would be comfortable sitting around naked under a blanket while we all eat pie.” Not that it would bother me much, but he wouldn't like it. Especially in the presence of my Mom.

Looking down at the soft blanket that covers the bed, “Speaking of blanket, can we borrow this one for cuddling up on the couch?”

Carol shrugs, “Sure, here let me dig out those boxers for you. There might be a tshirt that'll fit him amongst Jake's stuff too.”

Lorraine laughs, “Oh for goodness sake, did Jake go home naked? How could he leave so much of his clothes behind?”

“It was the Fall, and he was wearing layers to ward off the chill,” Carol replies, as if it should be obvious.

Drake stands in the laundry room wearing just his green towel. He's holding the bottle of detergent in his hand and trying to figure out how much soap to use, and what wash setting to choose on the machine. My shirts are white, my jeans are blue, my underwear and socks are black. Can I wash them together?? If Kate adds her stuff will we have more colors to figure out? Damn why is laundry so complicated?

Rubbing his hand frustrated through his hair, Drake is distracted by a knock on the laundry room door. “What!?”

Kate grins on the other side of the door, “It's me Kate. Are you decent?”

Drake sighs with relief, oh thank goodness. “Come in here and help me.”

Kate holds her blanket bundle under one arm and then opens the door. She raises her eyebrows and gives Drake an appreciative glance. She had forgotten how short that green towel was. Giving him a whistle, she giggles and then closes the door behind her.

“Wow babe, you look nice in green.”

Drake frowns and then slams the bottle of detergent down on the counter. “Ha ha, very funny. Now can you please help me?”

Kate lays down her bundle, revealing the clothes inside. “Sure hon, what do you need help with?”

Reaching up with both hands Drake rakes his hands back through his hair, heaving a sigh of defeat. “You know I don’t have a clue how to do laundry.”

Kate opens the lid of the machine, and then starts to pull things out. “Did you check the clothing labels for washing instructions?”

Drake's eyes go wide and his mouth drops open, “They have instructions?”

Kate laughs, “Well of course silly, see?” She opens up his dress shirt and shows him the symbols.

Squinting at the tiny marks on the tag, Drake frowns. “I've never paid attention to those before, for me the tag was just to tell me front or back, size and brand.”

Kate groups the dirty clothes into light and dark piles, and then reaches for the zipper on her skirt. Drake gives her a cheesy lopsided grin, “Now it's your turn to strip for me.”

Rolling her eyes, Kate shakes her head. “Oh hush you, we need to get these clothes in the washing machine and then get changed.”

Drake wiggles his eyebrows at Kate and then whips off his towel with a flourish and a jerk of his hips. “Ok, and what am I wearing exactly?”

After stepping out of her skirt and adding it to the pile of dark clothes, Kate nods toward the blanket bundle on the counter. “There's a shirt and a pair of shorts in there for you.”

Kate appreciates Drake's naked ass when he turns away. She can't help but step over and give it a slap. His jump of surprise and protest makes her laugh. “Ow! Watch it!”

Unbuttoning her blouse, she takes it off and hangs it on the back of the door. “Oh I quite enjoy watching you walk away honey.”

Drake steals a glance over his shoulder at Kate standing in just her bra and panties. “Almost naked, now gimme a peek at what's underneath.”

Kate reaches behind her back to undo her bra, when the straps fall off of her shoulders she bunches up the white lacy fabric under her breasts and lifts them with both hands, “You mean these peaks?” she smirks at him and drops her voice to a seductive purr.

Drake abandons getting dressed and steps over to her. Standing just inches away he looks down at Kate, his eyes dark and hungry. He reaches up to hook his fingers in the straps of her bra and gives it a gentle tug down her arms. “Here let me help you with that.”

Dipping his head down for a kiss, Drake can feel her smile against his mouth, “I think my panties are just too complicated to attempt, could you help me with those too?”

“Always willing to help you out of your clothes Kate,” Drake mumbles, moving his mouth to her cheek, his breath hot on her neck.

Kate's eyes flutter closed at the pleasurable warm current that races through her blood. When Drake's hands slide down over her hips to push the fabric down, his thumbs draw swirls on her skin, sending a rush of heat to her crotch. Parting her legs she lets the cotton drop around her ankles. With a growl of desire Drake clutches her ass, pulling her up against him. Kate grips his arms as his mouth comes down onto hers again, his kiss hungry and insistent. With a whimper of surprise, Kate wraps her arms around his neck as he lifts her up and sets her on top of the drier. The cold metal under her ass is a stark and jarring contrast to the intense heat of him as he parts her thighs with his hips. Holding on tightly, Kate drops her head back as Drake kisses a hot trail down her throat, nipping at the skin on her shoulder.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, trapping his hot and hard cock against her lower belly, Kate whispers, “Take me Drake, right here, right now.”

With a groan from deep in his throat, Drake tips Kate backward. Pulling a nipple into his mouth, sucking forcefully until she gasps, he lets it go to snap back all dark, pink and swollen.

“Better hold on tight,” Drake says, shifting his hips backward, and guiding himself into position.

Kate moves one hand to grasp Drake by the back of the neck, gripping his hair. The other arm gripping him by the shoulders. Tucking her face into the side of his neck she closes her eyes and gasps with pleasure as he rocks his hips forward, working his way inside. Drake's own groans and whispers only heighten the sensation for them both as Kate stretches to accommodate him. Feeling flushed with heat all over, Kate lets go of his shoulders, gripping the top of the drier as he gains full penetration.

Gripping her ass firmly, holding still to savor the warmth and depth of her, Drake brings his mouth down to capture hers in a deep and probing kiss. As her tongue slides along his, he starts moving again. The metal of the drier rattles and squeaks as he makes each thrust full and deep. As waves of pleasure cascade through her body, Kate holds on the best she can. Suddenly Drake grimaces in pain as his knee connects with the drier with a bang, “Ow!

Kate's face falls into an expression of concern and sympathy, she giggles at him, “Ow is right, are you ok?”

“Occupational hazard, but I'll live.” Drake says, giving her a pained expression as he steps backward a bit and brings Kate with him. “Now where were we?”

Giving his hair a tug, Kate pulls his face down to hers again for a kiss, toying with his bottom lip with her tongue. “You were working on tumbling a big load in my drier.”

Drake suppresses a laugh as he starts to buck his hips up against her again. “Oh you think you're funny, huh?”

Tipping her head back and closing her eyes, she gasps and then moans, “Mhmm, I'm just full of puns, they just roll off my tongue.”

Drake grunts as he feels the tightening in his cock and balls intensify, “Oh you're definitely full of something right now that starts with p..” his breath quickening, as he places emphasis on the last syllable of his sentence.

Kate giggles, “Good one honey.”

Shaking his head, Drake closes his eyes again, moving with increased determination. “I'll give you a good one alright, just give me a second or two..”

As ripples of pleasure radiate through her lower belly, and shoot down into her thighs, Kate clutches tightly to his shoulders as his whole body tenses and then shudders. He buries his face into her hair, wrapping his arms around her as they both relax into each other’s embrace.

Kate rests her forehead on his shoulder, her hands stroking up and down his back.. “Drake honey, what do you think the chances are that my Mom and Carol didn't hear all of that?”

With a soft chuckle, Drake kisses Kate on the forehead and then helps her down to the floor. “I think the chances are pretty slim. We weren't exactly quiet.”

To be continued..

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beca-mitchell · 6 years

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remember the day, pt. 7

Summary: Fractured, but not completely broken.

Also on AO3.

Word count: 3,192

Recommended songs: Homesick - Dua Lipa; Need You Still - RVRB.

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Chloe spends the next two weeks preparing herself to go back to Los Angeles. She’s going to take part-time courses - though auditing might be a better word - until she feels comfortable enough to head back to work. Her supervisor - academic and professional - had pulled a couple strings.

Chloe supposes she has a rather blessed life. She counts her blessings every night, though the blessings don’t necessarily mean more memories.

And Beca - memories of Beca are her least common memories.

Beca had suggested she listen to “Just A Dream” in her rather abrupt and short reply to Chloe’s email.

Chloe’s not sure what that has to do with the song she had brought up, but she listens to it anyway, wondering if Beca’s completely lost her mind.

The thought briefly makes her laugh to herself humourlessly because Beca’s not the one with memory loss.

The song is good though. She recalls that it came out around the same time as “Just The Way You Are”. It’s like a puzzle Beca is trying to get her to solve, but all she sees are two songs that shouldn’t go together...but they do.

She just doesn’t know how or why - just that they must.

It’s friendship and more, Beca thinks.

Co-captaining the Bellas with Chloe is something akin to a dream and nightmare. She and Chloe have very different styles of teaching and very different styles of music.

Beca is also a little prickly when it comes to her musical taste.

Despite it all, it’s all part of what draws them together and ends up ensuring that they bring home the championship for the second year in a row.

Chloe and her just work well together and she doesn’t allow herself to think beyond that.

(She does her best, really.)

Despite it all, Beca still has a Jesse and that’s that.

Beca picks her up from the airport.

It’s busy as any day in LAX. Chloe grimaces as another traveler bumps into her shoulder apologetically. There’s something messy and incomprehensible about large cities that she’s not sure she understands entirely.

But-

Beca is there, in front of her. She’s holding a little sign that says Chloe’s name with a bright yellow and orange sun drawn in the corner. It kind of looks like it was made by a kid, but it only endears Chloe to Beca more.

“Hello,” Beca says, when Chloe strolls up to her. “Like the sign?”

There is something so charming about Beca when she’s being a complete nerd, Chloe thinks. She briefly wonders how easily she had fallen for Beca’s quiet charm the first time around.

(She only wonders because she thinks she’s falling pretty quickly this time around.

Not that it’s a competition.)

“Hi,” Chloe says, though it’s quiet because it’s all she can muster. The pressure changes in the cabin, though minimal, had not helped her migraine. Standing in front of Beca now, the migraine only intensifies, even as the rest of her is assaulted by the sheer emotion she feels welling up inside of her whenever she so much breathes near Beca.

Beca looks like she’s conflicted. She lowers the sign and holds out a hand tentatively like she’s either about to shake Chloe’s hand or offer to help her with her bag.

Chloe decides that she’s going to make this decision for both of them. She grabs Beca’s arm and pulls her in for a crushing hug, feeling some weight evaporate off her chest instantly.

Chloe presses her face as best as she can against Beca’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around Beca’s body. She tries not to inhale too greedily; tries not to focus too much on the possessive press of Beca’s hands against her back; tries to resist the urge to tilt her face and just press the barest kiss against Beca’s neck.

Beca wonders what the protocol is here - what she is meant to do or say when she’s finally holding Chloe in her arms again after two months of nothing.

"I missed you," Chloe whispers.

Then again, Chloe dives in like she always has. Beca feels herself melt a little more into the hug, uncaring that people are jostling around them or that her sign has floated to the ground.

"I missed you, too," Beca says, reaching a hand up to tangle gently into Chloe’s hair, holding her tighter. More securely.

When Chloe pulls back, she smiles at Beca’s dazed expression. Beca’s hands slide from her body, slowly, as if she wants the moment to linger.

She clears her throat. “Need some help with that?” Beca asks.

“Um, sure. Just...let me…” she kneels, rifling through her bag for her migraine prescription.

Beca immediately looks concerned and she puts a hand on Chloe’s arm, stopping her. “What’s wrong? Why do you need that?”

“Nothing, just...migraine.”

Beca nods, but keeps her eyes lasered on Chloe the whole walk to the car that’s waiting for them.

The fact that Beca has a driver is not lost on her.

Still, she’s not in a mood to question it. She gets into the back, immediately sighing when the cool and plush leather soothes her aching back. Beca follows and immediately turns to face her.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Beca asks quietly.

Beca’s concern is touching.

Chloe nods as best as she can, reclining against the car seat. Beca’s hand is comfortably on her knee and her thumb is slowly stroking at Chloe’s skin. It’s the most relaxed Chloe has felt in ages. "I'm okay," she responds as truthfully as she can.

Beca isn’t particularly convinced and she opens her mouth to ask once more, but Chloe grabs her hand and intertwines their fingers.

Briefly, before she dozes off for nap in the heavy Los Angeles traffic, Chloe recalls that Beca tends to get carsick when she’s riding in the backseat. She’s not even completely sure where the thought comes from or if it’s even true, but it makes her squeeze Beca’s hand just once before she slips away.

Beca squeezes back, she thinks.

Chloe agrees to stay in Beca’s - their - guest bedroom until her place is completely finalized. She’s renting a nice-enough place in Van Nuys, not too far from their previously shared condo in Sherman Oaks.

Stepping into their home again is like learning how to breathe again after being underground.

Except, it’s more like Chloe sucks in gasps of air, trying to figure out how to deal with every emotion running through her body.

Beca is experiencing more or less the same - though she has learned how to live with this emptiness a little bit sooner. She wheels Chloe’s gigantic luggage off into the corner before coming to steady Chloe on her feet. “Woah. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Chloe says, before shaking her head. “I mean...I guess I was just overwhelmed.”

Beca tries not to look too eager. “Was it a memory?”

Chloe hates that she has to tell her the truth. “No, not really. Just...a feeling.” She gazes around, trying to ground herself once more. She settles, slightly.

Her eyes land on a framed photo of them together, kissing in front of the castle at Disneyland.

God.

They were so fucking happy.

Beca’s eyes catch her line of sight and she quickly takes the photo. “I’m sorry - I was going to put that away.”

The fact that Beca apologizes for having a photo of them out, it just about breaks Chloe’s heart.

“You don’t have to do that,” she says quickly. “I don’t mind.”

Beca slowly lowers the photo, though she kind of holds it close to her chest still. “I...I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Chlo. Especially if you still can’t remember.” Beca looks down, almost reverently at the photo before looking back up at Chloe with an equal if not more passionate gaze. “I want this to work between us, okay?”

It has something Beca has considered and come to terms with: the idea that Chloe may never fully recover her memories.

But the fact remains, Chloe is here now, standing in front of Beca with a willingness and openness and desire to live . It’s all Beca needs to know that somehow they’re going to make it.

“It’s weird,” Chloe says, trying to play off the rising self-doubt, as Beca carefully puts the photo back down. “I- I feel like I need to be worthy of you again first.”

She’s trying to be more honest - more clear with her thoughts. It is meant to help her with her mental organization and communication, but all she sees is the heartbreak that flashes across Beca’s face.

“You are worthy of me,” Beca says with broken conviction. Her voice catches as her stream of consciousness just flows out of her. She has always been a little bit low on her self-restraint around Chloe Beale. “No matter where you are in your life, you always have been. Where would I be without you? You’re worth a thousand of me. You’re a much better person than I am.”

“Hey,” Chloe cuts in, immediately hating that kind of self-deprecation, especially when she knows how untrue it is.

“No, yeah, okay, I get it, you know? We both need time. I’ve been telling myself that over and over since...since Portland.” Beca seems to be speaking quicker and quicker. Chloe doesn’t know how to stop her. “You need more time. Take all the time you need. I'll…wait for you.”

You’re the love of my life.

The thought flies through Beca’s mind and she grasps at it, trying to contain it. Beca’s not sure how she let herself lose control so fast. “You’re worth all the time in the world,” she says, ending on a whimper.

“Beca,” Chloe begins, feeling stricken.

“But,” Beca continues, looking frantically hopeful and desperately sad all at once. “You’re here and we can start there, okay?” She doesn’t bother wiping her tears, instead turning towards the kitchen hastily. “I’m gonna grab dinner from the fridge and we can-”

“Please,” Chloe whispers, taking two steps to engulf Beca in her arms. Beca trembles even as Chloe rests her forehead against the back of Beca’s head.

They must stand there for seconds, but it feels like an entire lifetime. Chloe closes her eyes and just breathes, taking in the feeling of being with Beca again - this Beca who she is building from old memories and new ones, all wrapped up in one.

“Please,” she repeats, when Beca turns slowly in her arms. Her hands come up to cup Chloe’s neck and for brief second, Chloe thinks, maybe-

Beca just buries her face against Chloe’s shoulder, hugging her close.

She doesn’t quite finish the sentiment because Beca’s tears touch her neck and she does her best to hold herself together.

Please don’t cry.

Please don’t give up on me.

The first night they spend in their new place, Chloe cheerfully pops open an expensive bottle of wine Beca had been saving for a future trip up to see Chloe’s parents or her mother.

Ignoring her protests, Chloe pours them both healthy glasses and corralls Beca out onto the balcony. Beca kind of just wants to lie down after moving all day.

“Why,” Beca says, deadpan.

“Because,” Chloe replies, gently pressing her body against Beca’s back, holding them both steady against the balcony. She rests her chin on Beca’s shoulder. “The sunset is beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Beca retorts, with attitude.

Chloe clucks in her ear before gently kissing at one of her piercings. It makes her shiver, even though California is so ridiculously warm. “Stole my line.”

“Tell me, then.”

“You already know,” Chloe whispers, before tilting her head as best as she can.

Beca meets her halfway.

It has to be the wine. Chloe’s not sure where the apologies or conversation pour out from.

They’re leaning against the railing of the tiny balcony, watching the sky’s changing colours as best as they can. Chloe wonders how many evenings were spent watching sunsets in this very spot.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe repeats, tasting guilt on her tongue. Beca still looks a little emotional. She quickly takes a sip of wine.

“Please stop apologizing,” Beca says, swirling the last bit of wine around in her glass. “It was a good thing I left, okay?” She sighs, pushing her sunglasses up to her head. Her eyes still feel a little swollen and teary from earlier, but she wants to look at Chloe without the obstruction of a lens. She misses looking at Chloe.

“I know,” Chloe mumbles. “I just…” She’s not sure.

“I was afraid,” Beca says softly. “I thought it was my fault, you know.”

“Why?”

“I thought I was the one who...I thought I hurt you,” Beca explains. The memory of seeing Chloe on the floor is still burned into her mind. “I thought I was trying to force you to remember things and it was just...hurting you.”

“You thought you hurt me?” Chloe asks. The thought never really occurred to her.

“When you...when we fought, you looked like I had just ruined your life. I was terrified that you were going to hate me.”

“I could never hate you.” It comes out on instinct, like it is her body’s natural reaction to hearing that from Beca.

A hint of a smile graces Beca’s face. “You were so upset. I realized it was wrong of me to go to Portland, especially when we both weren’t ready.”

Chloe remains quiet at that. She supposes Beca has a point.

“I was pretty selfish, wasn’t I?” Beca laughs a little. “God, when will I stop fucking crying? I’m sorry.”

“If I don’t get to apologize to you, you don’t get to apologize to me. Not anymore.”

“Yeah, okay. I can do that. Let’s do that.” Beca laughs, a little weakly, but mostly in relief. She feels lighter, somehow. Chloe has always known what to say in her moments of distress. “Let’s stop apologizing. Want to do that?”

“Sure,” Chloe says, clinking her glass against Beca’s, meeting her halfway as she always has.

They drink in silence, the remains of their dinner forgotten.

Still, Chloe burns with curiosity when she watches Beca’s profile. The gentle reds and pinks of the sunset highlight Beca’s features beautifully.

“What’s something you miss?” Chloe asks tentatively. She’s not sure how much of herself she can give to Beca - not yet, at least.

“What do you mean?” Beca asks, even though she kind of gets it.

“I...What do you miss about me?”

Then, or now, Beca wants to ask. She feels guilt and pain rise up in her at the thought. She could go on and on - maybe starting with how much she absolutely misses just comfortably waking up next to Chloe and kissing her. Or sliding her hand up her stomach, simply to hold her.

Beca laughs at how unexpectedly she feels the pain rise up inside her. “How long do you have?" she asks before she can stop herself. Chloe doesn't quite flinch, but the pained expression on her face is enough to make Beca double back. "I'm sor- I don’t know," she says quickly. "I guess...your singing, I guess. You used to...sing to me. Sing with me. A lot,” she emphasizes, trying to laugh it off. "And that was long after we left school and the Bellas."

Chloe tries not to think about how she hasn’t really sung since the accident, feeling self-conscious more than anything. She wants to return to the topic of the Bellas a bit later, but for now...

She fiddles with her phone, wondering if Beca wants her to sing still, or whether that had been some sacred tradition that she used to do with her when Chloe was in love with her.

“Do you want me to sing for you?” Chloe asks quietly. “I - I can.”

It’s the hesitance that really throws Beca - especially when once upon a time, all Chloe did was sing. She literally burst into Beca’s shower to sing with her.

It makes Beca feel greedy for some semblance of happiness again, even if it comes in these bits and scraps she’s picking up along the way. “Do you…” she hesitates. “Do you know Titanium?” It has to be about seven years old by now.

Chloe brightens and nods, suddenly feeling a thrum of excitement suddenly inside her chest. “I’ve been listening to music from those years in between. Sia, right?”

“And David Guetta,” Beca corrects automatically. If she closes her eyes she can pretend this is rehash of her freshman year. “Have you been living under a rock?” she murmurs quietly, not really expecting Chloe to hear it or understand that reference.

Chloe laughs at that, having heard it evidently. She nudges Beca's ankle with her foot gently. “No,” she responds. “Just a little forgetful.”

Beca slides her sunglasses back on her face and leans back while Chloe clears her throat. She doesn’t want Chloe to see her cry.

However, when Chloe opens her mouth to sing, Beca is transfixed.

Chloe’s eyes are locked on her, like there is absolutely nowhere else she’d rather be. Her voice is soft, a little tremulous, and maybe a little hesitant, but she is clear and sounds as beautiful as ever.

I'm bulletproof nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away, fire away

Beca can’t resist - she never was able to resist an impromptu duet with Chloe Beale and she’s not about to stop now, not when they both need this more than ever.

The surprise in Chloe’s eyes when she harmonizes is fleeting because her gaze grows warm and soft, sending butterflies scattering somewhere in Beca’s stomach. She flushes under the warm California heat, wondering how it came to this - how things could have worked out this way.

The chorus comes to a close and Chloe pauses, like she’s not sure whether she should continue. She shifts, facing Beca more fully. “Was that okay?” she asks, sounding more nervous than Beca can recall hearing, ever.

Her eyes are filled with light and a beauty that Beca can’t quite recall seeing in recent months - at least, not to this extent. It makes her suck in a breath. “You sounded beautiful,” she murmurs, resisting the urge to draw Chloe into her arms and kiss her, right there on the balcony, in plain sight of her nosy neighbours.

Chloe is quiet, before she coughs. “I guess I’m a little rusty. I haven't sang since...” She doesn't need to rehash that particular memory.

Beca scoffs, though it loses some of its bite when she sniffles a little after. “You were perfect.” She ignores the waver in her voice. “You are perfect.”

It’s true. It is the inspiration Beca has been missing - the little spark of love and magic that she needs to get her through the day at work. Chloe has always been that for her and, not that Beca expected anything different, but she’s immensely pleased that she still is.

Her voice, soft and directed straight at Beca - it had been so intimate and familiar. Akin to having Chloe in her arms on a quiet Saturday morning. Akin to Chloe kissing her on the cheek after a long day at work.

“What?” she asks quietly, when she notices that Chloe is continuing to stare at her.

“I...nothing. It’s just, we sound good together. Just the two of us.”

She half expects Chloe to implore her to audition for the Bellas.

Beca wonders if the pain ever really numbs - if it ever really goes away.

It really is quite the experience, falling in love with the same person twice.

She reaches for Chloe’s hand. “We do, don’t we?”

tbc // fic tag

#bechloe #mine #beca mitchell #amnesia!au #chloe beale #pitch perfect #my fanfic #fanfiction

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